It figured that Max's flower would be... pretty much exactly like Max in nature. Vinnie might have snorted a little. Well, all the toughness in the world didn't matter if big lug couldn't drag himself to sunlight.

The survival instinct of the plant was actually quite extraordinary. When sensing any threat to their wellbeing, they were able to send stimulus to the necessary body parts to protect itself. So in theory, if Max's flower were aware of its situation, it could wake him up - much like the way Vinnie's woke him up at dawn like clockwork.

But it'd been ages since Vinnie himself had taxed his powers to the point where even his tattoo was tired. Even if he could get through to the flower, Max might not have had the reserves to even lift himself off the ground. Vinnie'd just have to share, then. A little risky, but transferring energy was always something he had great control over. He was born knowing Giga Drain, after all - so there'd been lots of practice. Being a Venusaur was just as much about being gentle as it was bout being tough.

He rubbed the top of Max's bright green head with his flat Venusaur nose, focusing intently on letting just enough energy trickle through to the other man while keeping himself from falling into a critical state.

Trust me, I know how tough you are. But you need to move t'the sun. You're gonna wither. Get up.